20 marca 2015
COMING OUT OF SKIN
Banded I walk
on the dirt road,
when discreetly, your shadow falls behind me.
Melting the distance
a voice loses the sharp birthmark,
becomes perfectly an onlooker.
Where I was going?
Greed was splitting the fat.
An owl creaks.
I pick up some daisies to walk into a crypt.
New mind was some steps away.
Coming out of skin
nakedness, brings out the tears.
We have stopped speaking. Only whispers
are parting the blackness.
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